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Who: Melissa, Ionia, Falcon and Kyle. ♥
What: Dad dates. And maybe a bit moer... `w`(\
When: Future-dated to the 16th. Afternoon-ish.
Rating: PG? I have no idea how Falcon and Kyle are going to be. Pff.

Melissa hadn't had a tea party since she was real little. Really little! It was something she rarely ever did, even then. Every once and a while, though, her mom would get out her fancy, breakable tea pot and Melissa would set up a table and four chairs (one for her, one for Grace, one for Kevin, and one for her angel doll) and have a tea party.

Nowadays, tea was icky and Melissa didn't even have a fancy, breakable tea pot. But... tea parties reminded her of her Mom and was definitely more calming than freaking out over scary pictures. It was the first thing to come to mind when Kyle told her to get her mind off the situation.

So Melissa organized a tea party. She spent all morning searching the school for a tea pot (eventually finding it in the most obvious of places; the kitchen), stealing packages of tea, cups full of hot water, and bottles of grape juice from ~~Moonlight~~ the vending machines downstairs and setting up a table and chairs in the common rooms nearest Ionia's dorm. And of course sending out invitations to her guests...

When she was finally finished, she sat down at one of the chairs with an exasperated sigh.

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It was true that Ionia had a lot of work ahead of her, but it was important to put aside some time for the people important to her, too. Besides, she had never done a tea party before -- she wanted to see what it was like! Melissa had said that she could bring a guest, too, so she was doubly excited.

Three guesses on who she brought, and the first two don't count.

Sure enough, she had Falcon by the hand and was dragging him to the common room (~*~where everyone can see~*~) with all her loli might. "Melissa! We are here for the tea party! Ionia brought her papa!"

It was a feeling a bit reminiscent of the hot springs, having Ionia death-grip his hand and drag him around at her mercy. The only difference was that he was a lot bigger this time and his pants weren't falling off.

At first he thought she was bringing him to show off a new invention or something, but soon it became clear that one of her little friends invited her some place, and one look into the common room told Falcon everything he didn't want to know.

Oh god it was a tea party.

Ionia's exclamation only solidified that, and he groaned inwardly. "Hi...Melissa." He said, hoping he'd remembered the name correctly.

~~Slr Fireruby: Kyle cam in and say hi to Mellisa, made out with Falcon and walked out the end~~

...Oh. It was a. ...Tea party. In the common room.

This... wasn't exactly what Kyle had in mind when he told Melissa to take her mind off of things. ~~He is totally on top of things even though his mun has been a total derp. For serious.~~ Uh. Kind of awkward. "Hey, squirt."

...Wait a minute there were two extra places set at that table.

As her guests started to arrive, Melissa sat up in her seat and grinned. She waved enthusiastically to Ionia and just gave the other two a polite smile. "Hello everyone," she offered in her sweetest, most innocent voice with an expression to match. ~~No one could resist those sad, yet smiling loli eyes~~.

"Mr. Hyde said he wanted me to have a tea party and that I should invite some friends," she explained to Falcon and Ionia, standing up, crossing her arms and tilting her head to one side. Of course, she wasn't telling the truth, but that was beside the point.

She sat back down and gave the three an expectant look.

Falcon really wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like he attended tea parties all that often. Throwing a glance at Kyle as if to say "now what", he ventured further into the room.

Wait. Waaait. Kyle organized this shit? Oh boy. Was this some kind of sick revenge for Falcon never apologizing about the whole "oh hey I almost killed you" thing?

Right. He should maybe do that sometime.

BUT there were more pressing matters at hand. Like a...teaparty. He looked down at Ionia. "So uh...What do I do?"

~~Yeah whatever, Dr. Kitty McTeaparty, Ph.D.~~

Ionia just smiled blankly up at Falcon. She knew this was going to be a whole lot of fun -- Melissa always had great ideas ~~like playing doctor~~ -- but... that was about it. "Ionia has never done this before," she patiently explained to her beloved father, then looked over to Melissa. If even Falcon didn't understand the mysterious art of having tea parties, then they were going to need the help of an expert.

"Melissa, will you teach me and Papa how to do a tea party?"

Hey. Hey. Falcon don't be like that. Kyle is just as horrified as you are, don't worry. He gave ~~Dr. Kitty McTeaparty, Ph.D~~ Falcon a "Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with this " look before he eyed the table suspiciously. ...Okay, fine, if he didn't play along he'd probably have to put up with Melissa whining for the rest of forever.

He sat down at the table ~~in one of those tiny chairs made specifically for 8-year olds because those were the only ones around.~~

~~Yes. Yes those are the chairs you are all sitting on. Good guess, Kyle.~~

"Yeah," Melissa started, frowning. "I haven't had one in a really really really long time." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "First you all have to sit down. Like Mr. Hyde. Then we drink tea. I don't really know why it's called a party. There's not any dancing or dressing up or anything, really..."

Another pout, and then she glanced over at Ionia.

"So sit down." Then she looked to Kyle. ~~She was NOT looking at Falcon until she at least knew his name. Hello big scary giant man stranger aaa!~~ "I'm sorry if the chairs are too small," she offered in a ~~srsbsns~~ serious monotone. She wasn't sorry.

Sit down. Okay.

Nevermind the fact that the chairs looked like they would collapse under his weight. But he'd play along. For now. He sat veeeeeery gingerly, half expecting the chair to collapse. He relaxed a little when it didn't but he could only imagine how ridiculous and uncomfortable he looked.

"So...Melissa." He ventured. "Did you set this all up yourself?" Probably obvious, but hey. At least he was trying to make polite conversation with his hostess.